I have a completely True Story to tell that, if I had read a year ago, I would never have believed that it could possibly be a story about me and my beautiful buxom wife. However it is, and I have been ordered to write it, so here goes.
My wife and I have been married for 8 years. For both of us it is a second marriage, we both had non existent sex lives with our former partners and jumped into bed at every opportunity for the first 5 years of our relationship. We shared and role played a few fantasies and enjoyed a bit of kinky stuff, my wife particularly enjoyed watching porn when one woman took on one or more guys. On such occasions she used to suck on one of her dildos as I fucked her from behind. Afterwards, when I teased her about secretly wanting to be the centre of a gangbang, she always insisted afterwards that I was enough for her. His was much to my relief because I wouldn’t have been able to share her, or so I thought. My wife is on the heavy side but an extremely attractive woman with light blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, high cheek bones, full lips, large 42dd soft breasts, a firm full ass and the juiciest pussy you could wish for. Despite her size my wife was well used to being stared at by appreciative male eyes and she frequently got chatted up at parties and such forth, I rescued her on numerous occasions from over amorous guys. It was at such a party that our life changed and this is how it happened.
We moved to a different area when I got promoted and so my wife found, and then started, a new job working in a busy accounts office; she made friends with some of the girls she worked with but was getting pestered by one of the guys. She complained to me about it, she said he was a balding divorced guy in his mid forties and of short stature and was always staring at her breasts. He made jokes about her having a balance problem and if she needed to adjust her bra he would be happy to help her. He talked to her like this at every opportunity. She had spoken to the girls about it who all said he was just joking and completely harmless. Nevertheless, although she would normally have felt flattered, he made my wife’s skin crawl. She said couldn’t stand the guy and the thought of him lusting after her, especially so openly made her shudder with revulsion. I suggested she complained to the manager about it but she was loathe to do this because she hadn’t been there for long.
After living in rented accommodation for a few months we finally found a house and moved in, we decided to have a house warming party and my wife invited everyone in her office. At the actual party I was chatting to a guy who was obviously very enamoured with my wife. He said I was a very lucky man to be married to such a beautiful woman and that my wife gave him urges I wouldn’t want to know about, he quickly added that he meant nothing by it; he just wanted me to know that I was a lucky guy. It was then that I realised that this was the guy who had been pestering her, he was a short guy about 5’6” medium build, very little hair and a complete slime ball, no wonder my wife found him so revolting. I couldn’t fathom why she had invited him, what the hell he was doing there? I made my excuses, found my wife and took her to one side and asked her why she had invited him. She said that she had to invite him, as everyone else got invited. Besides, she knew she would spend most of the time chatting to her girlfriends from the office and I would be there to protect her if he tried any of his usual antics. She laughed and said that maybe she had got him wrong; he might just be a lonely guy who didn’t know how to approach women. I told her that she had definitely got him right in the first place and the guy was a nuisance, and now he knew where we lived.
He interrupted us at that point and I watched as my wife squirmed as he said she looked as beautiful as ever. She wiggled away and made an excuse to leave and left me with him. I asked him if he was married and found out that he had been married and divorced twice, he then went on to tell me things I really didn’t want to know. He said that since his second divorce, he had got into swinging parties, and had made quite a few friends that way, apparently he was well equipped for these events. He laughed and asked if we had ever tried it, I gave him a firm no, and he said that was a pity because my wife would be very popular at such a party. Seeing my reaction he grinned and said he was just kidding, it was just that most couples fantasised about another permister in their bed but never realise how easy it would be to try. He said that relationship wise, it is about as safe as it can get at swinging parties because everyone is there for sex and nothing else. I couldn’t believe the conversation we were having I hardly knew this guy and he was talking to me about this. “Come On!” he cajoled, “you must have fantasised about having more than one woman at a time and I know your wife has fantasised about more than one guy.” Seeing my reaction, he just smiled again, “Oh well! If you ever change your mind you know where I am.”
I avoided him as best I could the rest of the night but my wife was less fortunate, I did rescue her twice but his persistence was incredible. He was one of the last to leave and as he departed he grabbed hold of my wife and kissed her on the lips and then grabbed my hand firmly and shook it. He said he had really enjoyed meeting me and getting to know her better and if we ever needed him for anything all we had to do was call. Before I could react, he was thanking us for a great night and departing out the door. As we cleaned up my wife went on about the nerve of the man, How dare he presume to tell her what her sexual fantasies might or might not be. Had I heard right? Had he had the same conversation with her? Yes! Apparently he had, her conversation had been even more intimately than mine with him, she could tell me the size of his cock. What we didn’t know then, was that he had earmarked my wife as a sure thing and had already taken steps to guarantee his conquest of her.
I came home from work on Monday evening to find my wife in a terrible state. I asked what was wrong and then wished I hadn’t because it was all my fault, apparently. He collared my wife at the office, making coffee in the kitchen and thanked her again. He said he had really enjoyed himself at the party and had found it most informative. He asked her if she had given any further thought to his offer, she said she didn’t know what he was talking about and tried to leave. He stopped her and said, “you know about having an 8” cock inside you,” My wife said sorry but he really wasn’t her type besides she was happily married. He laughed and said that didn’t matter. He wasn’t into splitting up couples. He just wanted sex, guilt-free, wild, anything-goes sex and he knew that secretly she wanted it too. She was flustered and tried to leave again and said she wasn’t interested and even if she was he would be the last permister on earth she would copulate with. She went to leave but his next comment stopped her, “I love those photos of you in the leather jacket”.
She froze and turned around to face him and asked what he meant, he reached into his pocket and gave her a CD…………. our CD………. our CD with pictures my wife posing for me in black stockings a leather coat and nothing else, I always kept it in a locked drawer in my beside cabinet and somehow he had taken it. My wife said she was absolutely mortified; her brain was doing somersaults on what he might do with those pictures. She asked him what he wanted, apparently he smiled and said he just wanted to fuck her, no relationship, no guilt or complications, just one night together and he would leave her alone, forever. Unless she wanted more, of course, in which case he would happily oblige but only if she wanted it. She tried to reply but found she couldn’t find her voice. He tried to calm her down by telling her not to panic, he was normally very discreet and considerate, no one would ever know if she gave him this one night of pleasure and he really wasn’t after anything more than that.
She said she was a married woman and would never cheat on her husband. He said of course she wouldn’t, he wouldn’t expect her to cheat or lie to her husband, so she could bring me along if she wanted to and then nothing would be done behind my back. She managed to stammer out a question of what if she said no. He told her to think about it for a couple of days he would give her time to come to terms with it, he didn’t want to put her pictures on the internet or show them to other people in the office, that was just what he would have to do if she didn’t co operate. He also told her not to try any heavy stuff; he knew how to take care of himself and also had quite a few friends who would beat the cuckolds brownie out of her husband if we tried anything.
He smiled smugly at her and said it really wouldn’t be so bad, sex is just a game, don’t take it all to heart because all he wanted to do was have some fun with her, and he added, on his way out of the kitchen, I have never had a woman on a one to one basis who didn’t have orgasm after orgasm, I’ve been around the block and I know how to please a woman, no matter how tense she might be to start with. Let me know your decision Wednesday, my wife said she wouldn’t be blackmailed into doing something she didn’t want to do. He laughed and said “Of course not! but I know that deep inside you really want to do this, so I’m just helping you realise your inner most desires, 8 inches………” He left her standing there speechless, ***d and scared. She came straight home saying she didn’t feel well and had spent the rest of the day at home in utter turmoil.
At the time she didn’t tell me that last bit about inner desire, as she brought me up to speed but I got the lot, anguish, tears, hopelessness, fear and anger, unfortunately the anger was all directed at me. I had made her pose for those photos, I had not put them in a safe place, it was all my fault. I pointed out that he was the one who she should be angry with; he had broken into the drawer and stolen the CD, she said she was way past angry with him. He was what he was, a devious blackmailing slime ball who didn’t give a fuck about her feelings and just saw her as a thing to be taken. I on the other hand was her husband, it was my duty to protect her and I had failed miserably. I was aghast, how the hell was this my fault. I said I would find out where he lived and beat the cuckolds brownie out of him, she told me to forget it, she wouldn’t be party to violence, I said what else could we do, its not like you’re going to let him fuck you is it? I got a stony silence and a look of total resentment in reply. I knew in that moment that she had already decided to go through with it and nothing I could say or do would change that. I tried to protest anyway. I told her no way was I going to allow that, she was my wife and she had promised to be faithful to me, she had taken a sacred vow. She came straight back at me saying I had taken a vow to protect her, and I had failed to do that and all I could do now was go with her to ensure that no harm came to her.
We argued on for well over an hour but she had made up her mind and said it was no big deal; it wasn’t like we hadn’t had sex with just each other during our lives. I nearly left her that night because I was so angry that she was ready to give in without a fight and label herself as a piece of meat, so easily. In the aftermath, as we made up after our fight, she was comforting me by saying it was just sex, no big deal, it was me she loved, she had obviously come to terms with her defeat and now wanted me to do the same. I said very little to her about it and decided to take my own course of action behind her back but I hadn’t reckoned on the instinct of her pursuer, he was quite right he had latched onto hidden desires deep within her, and what happened the next night at his house confirmed this.
She told him her decision the next morning adding that her husband would be present, he would have to wear a condom and she wouldn’t undress, he said he would agree to the condom but wanted her in the leather coat and stockings as per her pictures, heavily made up and with her hair up in a pony tail. Apparently she agreed to this but I never found out how or why. When I got home from work she was made up and ready to go, she had telephoned me to tell me that tonight was the night and that she just wanted to get over there get done and get home to clean up as quickly as possible, but I had other plans. I asked her for his address as soon as I got it I walked out of our ensuite bathroom and locked her in. She shouted what the hell was I doing, I told her to sit tight, that I loved her and wasn’t going to let her do this. I ignored her shouts as I left and drove over to his house, stopping briefly to pick up a pick axe handle from the garage.
I knocked on the door and he let me in, as soon as I was inside I went to swing the handle at him only to see he had a huge guy standing in the hallway with him. I hesitated and tried to run but I was cornered and over powered. They stopped me shouting at them by covering my mouth with a large hand and took me to another room with a large bed in it. I was sat down on a chair and my wrists and ankles were duct taped to the legs. My wife’s pursuer patted me gently on the head like some kind of pet and told me to calm down, everything was going to be fine, he apologised for taking precautions but he had done this before and he was used to dealing with initially indignant husbands. Once I saw how much my wife was going to enjoy it, I would be fine; he added that most men have secret desires to watch their wife get fucked by another and tonight was my lucky night. I might as well get used to it and if I did anything to spoil it when he returned with my wife, I would get the cuckolds brownie beaten out of me, with that he powerd me to swallow a tablet that I later found out was a dose of Viagra. I was then fitted with a ball gag so I couldn’t talk or make any significant noise. I then watched dumb founded as the big guy opened my fly and fished out my cock and balls. My car keys were taken and I was left alone in the room.
I remained there for quite a time, best part of an hour I would think, sitting with my back to a fully mirrored wall and a mirrored ceiling above with the bed in front of me. I could do nothing to prevent the raging have induced hard on I developed during that time. After a good deal of fruitless effort, I had given up on escape by the time I suddenly heard my wife’s voice in the house. I have to say that I was surprised he had returned with her, I had just assumed he would fuck her on our bed in our house and that would be that. She told me later that he had been a complete gentleman, knowing she would be concerned about me, he had assured her I was okay, allowed her to tidy herself up as she had been crying and even suggested she put an overcoat for the journey to conceal her state of undress, they had made haste and returned to me as quickly as possible.
The door opened and she came into the room with her pursuer right behind her. “There you see, completely unharmed and pleased to see you by the look of it.” I was unable to contradict him due to the gag but I could see the surprise on my wife’s face as she approached me and stared at me and my raging hard on. “I think he’s come round to the idea the same as you. Now let’s get that coat off and get you ready” I saw surprise turn to contempt on her face as she took in his words, she obviously believed he was right and I was now aroused by the idea of seeing her fuck another man. She slapped my face and turned her back on me undid the overcoat and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor. She unfastened the Leather jacket and put her hands on her hips and posed like a wanton slut showing her total nudity to him. All I could see was the bare flesh between her stockings and the bottom of the jacket. I was already fully erect I didn’t have a choice, but it was that moment that I realised that if I had been soft, my cock would have hardened in a flash. I felt jealousy, fear, anxiety, shame, guilt, arousal and exhilaration all at the same time. My wife was about to let herself get fucked in front of me with a guy I knew for an absolute fact turned her off in just about every way.
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